M26 'Pershing', an ill-timed tank. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info When it was produced, World War II was coming to an end, and its original target was at the end of its rope. I finally survived to the battlefield in Korea, and soon found that I was not very suitable for the rugged mountains of Korea.

However, the 'Pershing' cannon is ruthless and thick, and the mobility is okay, which is also a difficult enemy equipment for the volunteers. When this thing rumbled out, the volunteer soldiers who were responsible for luring the enemy were all nervous.

Because of the flat terrain, the improvised task force battalion did not dare to get too close, and the main force was deployed one kilometer away from the US military airfield. A small number of reconnaissance personnel approached within two or three hundred meters and used walkie-talkies to send back the enemy's situation. Mortars in the rear will fire flares to indicate the target.

The U.S. tanks attacked in a two-way pincer pattern, and the leading 'greyhound' was very fast, and the four wheels were whirring and turning. It was armed with 37mm guns that fired incessantly, trying to find the enemy who was harassing it.

The 'Pershing' in the rear also fired a few shots from time to time, and the dazzling bullet marks of the shells left a strong visual impact in the eyes of people.

The grenade exploded on the ground and scattered mud flowers, and the soldiers near the point where the bomb hit had to bury their heads and endure hardship, and they could only accept their fate if they were killed. Because the radio constantly transmitted instructions from the higher authorities - wait for the enemy to come up, and not to act rashly.

A 'greyhound' rushed too far ahead, finally touching the defensive line set up by the task force. Its eight-ton hull suddenly exploded violently, engulfed by a blaze on the ground. The sudden explosion attracted the attention of the entire US military, even Chief of Staff Holmos, who was staying at the airport.

"Where is the enemy?" His Excellency the Chief of Staff asked behind the position with a telescope, he also held a howitzer battery in his hand, and a 105-caliber shell was enough to destroy any opponent who dared to appear in front of him.

The regimental officer followed, also holding a telescope and observing, "It looks like an anti-tank mine or explosives planted on the ground." ”

"It seems that our opponents were cunning and ordered the tank detachments to leave the road. Anti-tank mines are also unlikely to be planted everywhere. His Excellency the Chief of Staff ordered.

At this moment, both tank platoons of pincer attacks focused their attention on the 'Greyhound' that had just exploded. The infantry who followed them were disembarking, for they had probably touched the enemy's makeshift defensive line, a dirt road beside a farmland.

"Fire, kill those yellow monkeys."

"Stop advancing, the enemy is two hundred meters away."

"Get on the tank, those yellow monkeys don't have the weapons to deal with them."

"Let the 'greyhounds' take a detour to beat those natives in the ass."

The temptation of the two sides finally ended, and in an instant an exchange of fire began on a front hundreds of meters wide. And in the chaotic environment of the gunfire, Zhou Qingfeng, who was hiding in the shadows, waited for the order he wanted - let's do it, the soldiers had already attracted the attention of the enemy.

Zhou Qingfeng was already ready, and the M1 76mm tank gun he controlled was facing the side of a 'Pershing'. One foot is pressed on the firing pedal, and an armor-piercing projectile flies out of the barrel.

The flanks and rear of any tank are weak spots, and the 'Pershing' is only frontally hard, with side armor only a few tens of millimeters, and the cap-piercing shells easily drill into the target's hull, destroying and killing them inside it.

The scorching shell left a clear trajectory in the night sky, especially when it blasted through the armor of a 'Pershing', and the chief of staff of Holmos, who was watching the battle, immediately came to his senses, "Oh......, hell! It's a trap, the enemy has anti-tank guns. ”

The regimental officer next to him immediately turned his attention to the place where the bullet marks appeared, grabbed the wired phone in hand, contacted the howitzer company at the airfield, and ordered: "Immediately cover the woods about a kilometer north of the airfield, where enemy artillery is ambushed." ”

The hurried howitzer company hurriedly turned its guns and estimated the number of yuan to be fired, and just before they could fire a second armor-piercing shell also burst out of the chamber, another 'Pershing' was hit and killed.

The detonated tank ignites a fire and becomes the best source of light at night. The other tanks also realized that they were not safe, and quickly turned their guns to find an opponent who was attacking them in the dark of night.

Even the Greyhound armoured vehicles that were running around felt threatened, but instead of flinching, they pounced and bitten, directly attacking the Task Force's defensive lines, trying to use their speed advantage to make a breakthrough.

Zhou Qingfeng, who fired two shots, was shifting positions. The enemy reacted quickly, and the bush he had just been in had already been set on fire, flares, grenades, and armor-piercing shells from Pershing. With the unreliable figure of 'Sherman', he will be finished with a casual shot.

And just when the attention of the US tank detachment shifted to Zhou Qingfeng again, the task force battalion, which had already exchanged fire with the enemy, finally began to exert its might.

The old man, who was still suspected of combat effectiveness by Zhou Qingfeng before, was fiddling with an American M1 mortar, his eyes were on the scope of the mortar, and after fine-tuning the muzzle, he said: "Six rapid fires, knock out the iron guy in the lead first." We can't let that Zhou boy look down on us. ”

107 mm shells poured into the chamber and quickly ejected. With each shot, the old man fine-tuned one or two in the scope to ensure that the impact point was consistent. Six rounds in a row were fired, flying over a distance of several hundred meters and falling in the middle of the enemy's tanks.

A 'Pershing' was aiming at the side with its turret tilted, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at the M4 piloted by Zhou Qingfeng. Its commander has found the target and is directing the gun commander to open fire. However, just as this 'Pershing' tried to kill Zhou Qingfeng, shell after shell fell on its hull.

The exploding mud and sand formed clouds of smoke, and both the commander and the gun commander were shouting and scolding for not being able to see the situation outside. Just as the commander yelled to the driver, 'Twenty meters back,' a mortar shell fell from the sky, slammed into the top of the fragile turret, and burst in.

The fierce detonation reappeared on the battlefield, and the ammunition rack of the leader 'Pershing' was detonated. The U.S. infantrymen who were following behind the tank were wounded by the flying shrapnel and flames, and several fell in an instant.

The task force battalion brought six large-caliber mortars, all of which were operated by experienced veterans, and the regimental headquarters knew how to drive them around with the artillery. Now these artillery pieces are staring at the tanks of the Americans, and they can't penetrate the enemy's armor head-on, so the empowerment can still be tried.

Each vehicle carries hundreds of shells, and the fire is much more sustained than manpower. Seeing that the enemy tank could really be destroyed, all the artillery crews worked hard to stuff shells into the barrels.

Looking at the shells that kept bursting on the battlefield, the chief of staff of Holmes in the rear was filled with anger. But he could not order the tank detachment to retreat at this time, and retreating at this time would only be passively beaten, and he could only continue to invest troops in a desperate way.

"Throw in two more tank platoons and attack the enemy's flank from the west in a roundabout way. Ordered the howitzer company not to limit the ammunition, and to give me all the shells to hit the positions of the yellow monkeys. There is still ......, immediately contact the remaining regimental troops in Yunshan City, we hope that they can attack from the flank. ”

His Excellency the Chief of Staff was a little anxious, originally thought it was just an attack by the enemy, but he didn't know that it was a trap waiting for him, and the opponent actually killed many of his tanks in a row. The only thing to count on now is to pay a price to eat this enemy force.

But who eats whom now?

Zhou Qingfeng, who retreated two hundred meters, once again stabilized his turret, and in the face of the already white-hot battlefield, he locked onto a 'greyhound' that was crushing the position of the task force, and said with a sneer: "Now no one will disturb my black gun." ”

......Boom, boom, boom!